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Happy birthday my favorite guy failure ❤️❤️ ignore the fact that Law doesn’t like bread

Here’s the og comic

Tragic that i have a heart pirates centric series but haven’t written anything for law yet

Sygna parade!

Alt version!

Ok first, I need to scream:

I LOVE THE SYGNA SUITS

THE FRILLS!! THE FASHION!! THE NOD TO OLD FASHIONED TRAIN CONDUCTOR SUITS FROM 1800’S!!THE ELECTRIC LANTERNS ARE SO CLEVER!!

POKEMAS EMBRACED THE YELLOW AND PURPLE WE LOVE TO ASSOCIATE THEM WITH AND IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY!!

THE BOOTS! THE FLOWER SLEEVES! THE BLACK COLLAR SHIRT ON EMMET! THE STRIPED TIGHTS!

*ahem*

The designs fast drew my mind into marching bands so I went for this idea first ahah! At some point I watched a ton of marching band videos, they cheered me up with the exciting and very complex perfomances and the players enthusiam was so catchy!! Also watching the 1st person POVs of i.e. the trumpet and drum players are super fun ahaha! Combined with the striking costumes all this directly reminded me of submas, and now it’s a thing!!!

I wish you would write a fic where...

Send me an anymous (or not) summary of the fic you wish I would write. (maybe I will write a tidbit)

Satoru has never gotten into your bed gently; has never sunk into the mattress without a bounce, without jostling the plush surface with an audible oof and pulling you from the depths of sleep. Never. Not once.

And tonight is no different.

It’s an impossible task for him, it seems. Like trying to breathe underwater or pick something to watch on TV. And the worst part of it all is that you know he’s doing it on purpose. No matter how hard you may try to will yourself to sleep through it or how much you may complain when he finally settles beside you, the man is unrelenting. A pain in the ass, even at one in the morning. It’d be impressive if it wasn’t so damn annoying.

“Satoru,” you warn, though it’s not as threatening as you hope it would be. You blink over at him with heavy lids, tone dripping with exhaustion. “Must you do that every time you get into bed late?”

He has the audacity to think about it. “Mm, well I suppose I don’t have to,” he coos, voice low like he’s trying to lull you back to sleep. “But what kind of man would I be if I didn’t wake up my little sweetheart to give them a goodnight kiss when I got home?”

“A better one?”

Your eyes slip closed as if shutting them will make him disappear (or shut up). It doesn’t. Instead, it only serves to spur the sorcerer on. Now, Satoru crowds your space, wrapping you into a tight bundle and pulling you so close your nose squishes against his cheek.

He’s entirely scandalized by your rebuttal, gasping in your ear as if you’ve just told him the most offensive insult imaginable. “I can’t believe you’d say that about your dashing boyfriend.” As if to prove his point, Satoru pulls you away only to drag you back in to plant multiple exaggerated pecks against your cheek, a sappy muah sound accompanying each one.

They leave wet lip prints in their wake that you’re too tired to rub away. Eyes still closed, you furrow your brows, accepting your fate as you cuddle into the curve of his throat – right beneath his chin.

“My dashing boyfriend who can’t do anything quietly to save his life.”

“Hey,” he whines into your hair. “I can be quiet!”

“Oh yeah? Then let’s play the quiet game.”

You can feel him hum somewhere deep in his chest as he thinks it over. “What do I get if I win?”

Your limbs feel heavy as you rest your arm across his stomach, curling your hand around the hem of his shirt. You can only muster enough energy to mumble, “Winner gets breakfast in bed tomorrow.”

“Ooo, okay,” Satoru presses a kiss to the top of your head. “Be prepared to make me a huge stack of pancakes tomorrow, baby.”

“Mhm, fine. 

“With extra chocolate chips.”

“’kay.”

“And,” A hand ruffles your hair. “A lil extra love, maybe?”

“I’ll see what I can do.” Without opening your eyes, you can tell there’s a retort brewing in Satoru’s, and you stop it before it has the chance to fill the air. “Quiet game starts now.”

The room immediately falls into silence, only broken by the soft sound of your combined breathing. Satoru’s warmth and the steady movement of his chest as he breathes — up, down, up, down — bring you right back to sleep’s door, as if Satoru hadn’t woken you up at all. Maybe the quiet game had been the answer this whole time. You kick yourself for not thinking of it sooner.

You nuzzle closer, nose brushing against his collar bone as you feel yourself drift off, but right before you completely fall into the clutches of exhaustion, you hear a tiny voice mumble, “Love you.”

It’s punctuated with another kiss to the crown of your head and a warm palm gliding up and down your back, and you can only bring yourself to tighten your hold on his shirt before you fall asleep.

The next morning, you awake to an empty bed and the sweet smell of pancakes and freshly brewed coffee wafting through the air.

Ive been on a killer kick lately and just to let you know once i found this fick I absolutely DEVOURED everything. They are so adorable and a pair of beloved idiots

Childhood Crush

Prologue: Mo Laochain

Killer x gn!reader

word count: 1.3k next

synopsis: you're captain kid's older sibling that pretty much raised him. then one day he comes home with a new friend that you can't stop thinking about.

a/n: happy new year, y'all! might as well kick it with a new fic. this isn't going to be nearly as long as my law fic, but it's still pretty long. also, i definitely just googled scottish terms of endearment since that's their nationality. i read mo laochain means "my little hero" so yeah, there's that.

ALSO: big trigger warning. obviously language and violence, but the first couple chapters talk about drugs and parental neglect so yeah.

“Can you tell the one piece stowy again?”

“Again? But we did that story last night.”

“‘S my favorwite!” 

A small chuckle escaped from your face and you nodded. You told your little brother, Eustass, about the Gol D. Rodger story some time ago as a bedtime story and now it was his favorite one for you to tell before he went to bed - he requested it just about every night. 

“Okay, okay. Settle down and I’ll get started.” 

Then you did. You told him about the King of Pirates and the grand adventures he went on. You made up these adventures since no one really knew exactly what all they did - the newspapers only said so much. You told him about his execution and the mention of the one piece. 

As usual, by the time you reached the end, your little brother was passed out cold. 

With a small smile on your face, you kissed his head and headed into the livingroom to work at your desk. However, before you could get started, there was a knock at the door.

You glanced at the clock before looking at the door. Who could be knocking at this hour? Did your parents forget their keys again? Probably. Groaning, you headed towards the door opening it. “You guys really need to re-” You immediately froze when you were not met with your parents but a set of two large men.

“Hello, little one.” You looked up at them, your eyes wide. One of them had a top knot and the other had a scar on his face. “We’re friends of your parents, are they around?” Your eyes were wide as you tried to find your words, opening and closing your mouth several times almost akin to a fish.

They looked at each other before looking at you. “I understand this can be scary, but I promise you we won’t hurt you. Like I said, we’re friends of your parents!” He offered a smile that made your skin crawl. 

Finally, you found your voice, your grip tightening on the door. “My parents don’t have friends, they have dealers.” You clenched your jaw. The two men blinked and the man with the scar spoke once more, he seemed to be the vocal one of the two. “Now where did a kid like you learn a word like that? You’re what, eight?” 

You knew this was bound to happen. Unfortunately, you knew of your parents’ terrible habit of borrowing money to fuel their addictions. This wasn’t the first time someone came looking for them, but they were definitely the most scary looking of the bunch. Your parents really got themselves into some trouble it seems. 

“My age is none of your concern. Now, please leave. My parents aren’t here.” You tried to close the door, but the man with the scar stopped it, standing up once more. You felt panic rise in your chest. 

“Well, looks like we’ll just have to take you as collateral.” Your eyes widened and you tried to run when the one with the topknot grabbed you by the hair, causing you to cry out. You felt tears stinging your eyes and you clapped a hand over your mouth, looking at the hallway. You hoped to the stars that your brother didn’t hear you and he wouldn’t wake up.

Then you heard the footsteps of your five year old brother. Oh no.

“Bigs!” 

“Eustass, run!” You yelled, trying to pull away from the man that had a hold on you. However, being only five, he was also frozen in his tracks with fear, giving the man with a face scar plenty of time to pick him up by the scruff of his collar.

“No!” You shouted, feeling the tears begin to fall. 

“Bigs!” Your brother cried.

“Two of you? This definitely should cover what they owe.” You had to think of something quickly.

“Ow! Fucker!” You looked up, seeing your brother’s teeth clamped down on the man’s side only to then see the man toss your brother to the floor. “No!” You cried again, once more trying to free yourself from the grasp of the topknot man. Ugh, you needed to calm down and think of a plan!

You watched as the man approached your brother and you shouted in protest. Then his foot connected with his stomach and the world went still. Your brother started coughing and crying before he looked up at you. “Bigs…”

Everything went red. You were absolutely livid and you wanted to see their blood spill. No one was going to lay hands on your brother and get away with it. You stopped struggling, solidifying your stance and took in your surroundings.

“Finally coming to your senses? I knew you were smart,” the man with the face scar said as he picked up your brother again.

Your eyes saw the glint of a knife on the topknot’s belt. You were suddenly glad he was the one that was holding you down. You snatched the knife from his belt, reaching up and cutting your hair from his grip in one motion. Before the man had a chance to react, you ran over to where the man with the face scar was, driving the knife into his stomach. 

“What the fuck!” Topknot shouted.

“Fucking fucker!” Face scar shouted.

He dropped your brother who scrambled away. You ran over by the door, grabbing the pipe you kept by the door in case of emergencies. You never thought you’d have to use it though. Face scar ran at you and you dodged out of the way. Being small was coming in handy right now. You swung for the man’s knees, taking him out immediately. He cried out as he crashed to the ground.

The other one ran at you and you jabbed the pipe right into his babymaker, sending him down too. He was already suffering from the stab wound, so it didn’t take much to send him crashing down. You found the knife you had used earlier, grabbing it off the floor. Casting a look at your brother, you turned around to him while the other two men grovelled.

You knelt in front of your brother and smiled. “Close your eyes, mo laochain, okay?” He blinked and nodded, burying his face in his knees as he curled into a ball. “Don’t open them until I say.”

You turned back around, seeing Topknot standing up. You knew you had to act now. You ran forward, brandishing your knife.

You’re not exactly sure what happened as the rage finally consumed you. But, the job was done. The two men laid on the floor, more dead than doorknobs. You knew people were going to come looking for them, so you needed to take your brother and get out of here. People knew your parents lived here, but not many people knew the two of you lived here. Or that your parents had children. Hell, you weren’t even sure if they were aware most of the time.

“Bigs?” Your brother’s small voice brought you back to the present. “Can I open my eyes?” 

You didn’t want him to see this, but you couldn’t ask him to keep his eyes closed. You walked over to him, crouching in front of him so that you were all he saw. “Yes, you can open your eyes now.” 

Eustass lifted his head, looking up at you with wide, teary eyes. “You were so brave, mo laochain,” you said. He threw his arms around you, crying. You held him, collapsing to the ground with him. You were so tired, but you weren’t done yet. You still had to get him to safety but…right now, you were just going to hold him. You were just glad he was okay.

My first attempt at drawing him... turned out more shiny than I expected

mushishi